7/56 A wrong day

At work, I had to attend the longest workshop ever, and late morning I started having some belly cramps.

After work, I went to see 2 houses.

The first one was one of many apartments lined on more floors with terraces, and (arrived too early, as usual) I was waiting outside the wrong one. For once, I was right, but the ad on the website referred to the wrong house.
The location of the right one was too good to be true. A breathtaking view on the see and so close to the city centre. It was on top of the building, with a big terrace outside the kitchen/living room.

Then I went to see the bathroom and two bedrooms, and they too took my breath away, in the opposite way. The horror!
It looked like an abandoned house.

I naively told the man from the agency: “Oh, so you are also going to change the furniture in the bedrooms!”, and he answered: “No, they are fine like that”.

So I started to be annoyed, and added: “So you are asking for less money than the ad, I hope. My friend and I can’t pay 1400€ for this!”

He just said: “Oh, but with this view! Of course people would pay! And with this big terrace!”

Honestly, I finished that visit quite abruptely, not my style at all. But I guess I was starting to realize I might have gotten a bug and needed my home toilet (only 2 minutes walk away).

After a short stop at home, I went to see the other property.

I walked about half an hour in moderate pain, and arrived at what was the dependance of a big house rented by 6 guys!
Apart from the fact that I felt claustrophobic straight away entering the little abode they are going to rent for 815€ for one room, I thought how it would be living in the back garden of a house crammed with guys! O_O

And we were 15 people to see that house!

In the end, I was so glad to be back to what I can still consider my home, to aknowledge my wrong day, accept the physical and psychological pain, and relax with a lemon and ginger tea.